I might have told some of you this, or maybe not. My memory scares me sometimes. Anyhow, I was recently surfing youtube and came across a clip from a Brave game that lead to me choosing my username.
It happened a few years ago now and well... I will let you see.
Chipper just makes it that much better. It also happened to be his birthday. Chipper's that is.
So, where did you get your username from? Or blog name? Mine was because I was a rookie card collector.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Pack searchers or just damaged goods?
So I was at Target and getting ready to check out with my mom when I decided to pick up a last minute pack of cards. It was mainly due to the fact that Freeman was on the pack and I wanted to save the wrapper. I also noticed that it felt a little... heavier than normal and could not help but get a little excited.
Then I noticed something else as I was at the check-out. The bottom of the pack had been opened. I had decided to get them anyways, thinking maybe it had come open on its own somehow. Well, my impatience got the best of me and I ended up sneaking a peek of the cards right there. Thank goodness I did.
The cards were badly wrinkled in the middle... every single one of them. The thick card turned out to be one of those cardboard inserts. That was not the worst part however.
The worst was seeing Chipper jones staring back at me all wrinkly and torn. I had finally managed to pick a pack with Chipper and the cards were battered as hell. ;_;
I didn't get the pack and we ended up levaing it with the cashier saying it was damaged. My quetsion is, did a pack searcher do this or could it have been done during when the cards where shipped? I was thinking that maybe they felt a thicker card like I had and wanted to make "sure" of what it was.
It really pisses me of someone would ruin cards like that if so. I admit to feeling packs in the past but never enough to damage them and I never opened the damn things. Not that that is right and I stopped, but jeez. ....I wanted my Chippah.
I don't really know how common this is really though. Have you ever seen a packsearcher yourself? What did you do?
Then I noticed something else as I was at the check-out. The bottom of the pack had been opened. I had decided to get them anyways, thinking maybe it had come open on its own somehow. Well, my impatience got the best of me and I ended up sneaking a peek of the cards right there. Thank goodness I did.
The cards were badly wrinkled in the middle... every single one of them. The thick card turned out to be one of those cardboard inserts. That was not the worst part however.
The worst was seeing Chipper jones staring back at me all wrinkly and torn. I had finally managed to pick a pack with Chipper and the cards were battered as hell. ;_;
I didn't get the pack and we ended up levaing it with the cashier saying it was damaged. My quetsion is, did a pack searcher do this or could it have been done during when the cards where shipped? I was thinking that maybe they felt a thicker card like I had and wanted to make "sure" of what it was.
It really pisses me of someone would ruin cards like that if so. I admit to feeling packs in the past but never enough to damage them and I never opened the damn things. Not that that is right and I stopped, but jeez. ....I wanted my Chippah.
I don't really know how common this is really though. Have you ever seen a packsearcher yourself? What did you do?
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I am an idiot...
So a few weeks ago I was at walmart when (of course) I had to make a stop by the card section. Well, I nearly had a spastic fit when I found a pack of 2012 topps baseball cards. I was...
and also..
I was practically skipping though the store and all "OMGOMOGOMGOMG! I GOTTA TELL MAH BLOGGERS! OH MY GAWD, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE???!! " ..seriously. I was thinking all that and even mentioned to my mom about what I found.
Fifteen minutes of shopping later I took a longer look at the pack.
I was practically skipping though the store and all "OMGOMOGOMGOMG! I GOTTA TELL MAH BLOGGERS! OH MY GAWD, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE???!! " ..seriously. I was thinking all that and even mentioned to my mom about what I found.
Fifteen minutes of shopping later I took a longer look at the pack.
....
Yup it was 2011 update and highlights pack.
Friday, September 30, 2011
The importance of baseball cards and baseball blogging and a thanks.
My last post was rather... depressing so I thought I would move on to another subject that I know all of us like. Baseball cards. This is a baseball card blog after all and you are baseball bloggers with baseball blogs of your own. We all like different teams and we all have different ways of collecting, but we all love those rectangular pieces of cardboard with men on then.
A lot of people outside the hobby tend to think of baseball cards being for children, something boys grow out of, just as they grow out of wanting to play cowboys and Indians. They see cards as a waste of time and money.
They could not be more wrong. Baseball cards are more than just a way to pass the time for me; they are a way of life that has changed my life. Some people find that laughable and don’t understand how someone can grow so attached to a piece of cardboard and here is why that is. I also want to let you all know just what you all mean to me and how much you have helped me.
Before I started blogging I had no idea of the community that made up the world of baseball collecting and just how deep it ran. I had no idea of trades haggled out through blog posts and e-mails and the amount of padded brown envelops the US postal service delivered. I had no idea of all the different kinds of people that blogged and traded. Young students and grandfathers people of all jobs and ages and backgrounds and ways of life. All of them brought together because of baseball cards.
Before I started blogging I was a very lonely person. I had no friends. I never really talked to anyone all that much and nothing ever came for me in the mail besides magazines and the occasional birthday, Easter or Christmas card from family.
I don’t know if I have said it before but I have Asperger’s, a mild form of Autism which affects my social skills. Asperger’s and my anxiety has made it hard for me to do a lot.. I was an odd duck with two left feet that marched to the beat of an entirely different marching band. I just never quite fit in anywhere.
Then I found my first baseball blog. I found a place where people shared my interests. I found a place where people read and where interested in things that I had to say. I found somewhere where I fit in.
I don’t know if you people understand just how important just having you read my blog is or having us work out a trade. I have a book where I paste all the notes you guys have given me over the past year. I also keep the return addresses from every person that’s sent me something. I love seeing addresses from Ney York to to Florida to Arizona and even Canada. Sometimes when I feel bad I will look through the books at all the notes that have been written and it makes me feel better.
I get to talk to people. Sure it is through e-mail, but sometimes that is the only interaction I get with people other than my family. I learned to be a little more outgoing by posting on someone's blog and asking fora trade. Yes, for me that is a little scary. I have trouble ordering in Mcdonalds's at times. I learned to be a little more comfortavle talking to people.
As to the cards themselves, I just love them. I feel so happy when I buy a new pack or look through a album. There is a great sense of accomplishment when I fill in another slot and there is no greater feeling than seeing a new chipper card that I did not have before.
So yea, to me those cardboard men are important. So are all of you even if you don't know it. So thanks everyone, even for those that haven't posted or traded with me. you have still helped me.
A lot of people outside the hobby tend to think of baseball cards being for children, something boys grow out of, just as they grow out of wanting to play cowboys and Indians. They see cards as a waste of time and money.
They could not be more wrong. Baseball cards are more than just a way to pass the time for me; they are a way of life that has changed my life. Some people find that laughable and don’t understand how someone can grow so attached to a piece of cardboard and here is why that is. I also want to let you all know just what you all mean to me and how much you have helped me.
Before I started blogging I had no idea of the community that made up the world of baseball collecting and just how deep it ran. I had no idea of trades haggled out through blog posts and e-mails and the amount of padded brown envelops the US postal service delivered. I had no idea of all the different kinds of people that blogged and traded. Young students and grandfathers people of all jobs and ages and backgrounds and ways of life. All of them brought together because of baseball cards.
Before I started blogging I was a very lonely person. I had no friends. I never really talked to anyone all that much and nothing ever came for me in the mail besides magazines and the occasional birthday, Easter or Christmas card from family.
I don’t know if I have said it before but I have Asperger’s, a mild form of Autism which affects my social skills. Asperger’s and my anxiety has made it hard for me to do a lot.. I was an odd duck with two left feet that marched to the beat of an entirely different marching band. I just never quite fit in anywhere.
Then I found my first baseball blog. I found a place where people shared my interests. I found a place where people read and where interested in things that I had to say. I found somewhere where I fit in.
I don’t know if you people understand just how important just having you read my blog is or having us work out a trade. I have a book where I paste all the notes you guys have given me over the past year. I also keep the return addresses from every person that’s sent me something. I love seeing addresses from Ney York to to Florida to Arizona and even Canada. Sometimes when I feel bad I will look through the books at all the notes that have been written and it makes me feel better.
I get to talk to people. Sure it is through e-mail, but sometimes that is the only interaction I get with people other than my family. I learned to be a little more outgoing by posting on someone's blog and asking fora trade. Yes, for me that is a little scary. I have trouble ordering in Mcdonalds's at times. I learned to be a little more comfortavle talking to people.
As to the cards themselves, I just love them. I feel so happy when I buy a new pack or look through a album. There is a great sense of accomplishment when I fill in another slot and there is no greater feeling than seeing a new chipper card that I did not have before.
So yea, to me those cardboard men are important. So are all of you even if you don't know it. So thanks everyone, even for those that haven't posted or traded with me. you have still helped me.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
There is no crying in baseball.
There is no crying in baseball. So why am I crying now? Oh yea, because I am an over emotional, baseball obsessed woman... that’s why.
I was looking so forward to the post season. I just knew they would be there and I would be watching. My neighbor mentioned something about possibly getting tickets. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched though, they tell you. Well, cluck you.
The Braves just lost in the 13th. The Cardinals have already won their game.. ‘
And that was all she wrote. Game Over. Season Over. No More. What everyone thought was an utter certainty a few weeks ago has now slipped through their fingers.
The Braves are my life. I wear their shirts, have memorabila in my room, on my wall, on my computer, on my bed (comforter and pillows people -__- ) I read about them, watch them, listen to them. I collect their cards. I lose my voice cheering for them at games. I even dream about them. They are my team.
As I sit typing this, I am sniffling and the tears are rolling. I feel like I want to puke. I feel like screaming and throwing things. I feel numb. I feel like an idiot. There are so many things going on in the world and look at me, getting upset over a stupid ball game. I didn’t cry this much when my grandmother died, so why the hell am I doing it now?
There is always next year. There will be next year. They are still my team and they will always be. Go Braves.
I was looking so forward to the post season. I just knew they would be there and I would be watching. My neighbor mentioned something about possibly getting tickets. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched though, they tell you. Well, cluck you.
The Braves just lost in the 13th. The Cardinals have already won their game.. ‘
And that was all she wrote. Game Over. Season Over. No More. What everyone thought was an utter certainty a few weeks ago has now slipped through their fingers.
The Braves are my life. I wear their shirts, have memorabila in my room, on my wall, on my computer, on my bed (comforter and pillows people -__- ) I read about them, watch them, listen to them. I collect their cards. I lose my voice cheering for them at games. I even dream about them. They are my team.
As I sit typing this, I am sniffling and the tears are rolling. I feel like I want to puke. I feel like screaming and throwing things. I feel numb. I feel like an idiot. There are so many things going on in the world and look at me, getting upset over a stupid ball game. I didn’t cry this much when my grandmother died, so why the hell am I doing it now?
There is always next year. There will be next year. They are still my team and they will always be. Go Braves.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Baseball cards for trade.
Uploaded a youtube video since uploading pictures will not work -_-. They are all 2011 cards and from Topps Linegae, Topps, Allen and Ginter, Topps Chrome, and one Topps sticker.
Make an offer below. I neeeeeeeeeeed basbeall stickers.. lots of em!
I have 8. 21, 36, 51, 53, 55. 61, 65, 75, 90, 97, 109, 119, 126, 142, 142, 147, 148, 161, 164, 170, 178, 188, 98, 201, 207 235, 236 258, 266, 272, 275, 280, 281 and 293.
Plus any Chippers and Braves.
Make an offer below. I neeeeeeeeeeed basbeall stickers.. lots of em!
I have 8. 21, 36, 51, 53, 55. 61, 65, 75, 90, 97, 109, 119, 126, 142, 142, 147, 148, 161, 164, 170, 178, 188, 98, 201, 207 235, 236 258, 266, 272, 275, 280, 281 and 293.
Plus any Chippers and Braves.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Keep calling him Larry....
...and he will keep on knocking em out.
Braves VS Mets
Chipper Jones Vs Mets.
The Braves are playing the first in a double header against the Mets today. Some chuckle head was yelling "RETIRE LARRY!" What does MR Larry Wayne do? Smack one into the second deck. You keep calling him Larry. Go on, keep it up.
Braves VS Mets
Chipper Jones Vs Mets.
The Braves are playing the first in a double header against the Mets today. Some chuckle head was yelling "RETIRE LARRY!" What does MR Larry Wayne do? Smack one into the second deck. You keep calling him Larry. Go on, keep it up.
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